This is a photograph of our hallway.
We went and watched “The Darjeeling Limited” and then
we came home and painted our hallway in our own interpretation
of the Darjeeling Limited train.
We love it wicked bad.
One of the things I try to do is be a good father.
I am not so good at that.
I am suck ass at that.
I am a suck ass father.
That in no way keeps me from trying….
Another thing is, I love my little bitty life.
I love my wife like some kind of gigantic firework display of love.
You can take that to the bank.
This week I did a polygraph on a dad who the mom thought
was touching the kid in a bad way. Or she was making a fight for
the kid and didn’t care what she said.
The dad passed the test.
And I did a rapist who didn’t pass the test.
I do something every day.
I think about small things mostly. I think about the way light falls on the roses in our garden. I think about how light falls on the small and unforgiven things in my life. I think about my shortcomings. I think about the way I move in the world and all of my own lies.
I would find a way to stop them.
I have put down roots in a place. I have let the crows come home to roost. I have stewed in the juice of my own concocting.
I am hoist on my own petard.
Despite my many limitations, I am awash in the love of this world.
There is a beauty beyond all reckoning, and it is there all around us at every moment.
Give thanks, give thanks, give thanks.
Too soon you will be dead.